Well due to a power cut I'm inspired to write about a power cut (the irony).
Before I get on with the story I want to thank everybody who's reviewed, favourite or alerted the story. Thanks guys, it really makes my day.
Btw, this chapter has a reference to my other story "Let's Not Talk About the 70's". It's still understandable so you don't have to read it if you don't want to, but it's funnier if you know what they're talking about.
(Italics are Jaspers thoughts).
The Wrath of the Blonde the Pixie and the Doc
Jasper POV
The prank was fun, yes, I wouldn't deny that. But why we were doing it was a mystery to me. Okay, so the woman had thrown a pair of Louis Vuitton boots to the fire, no one with any type of common sense would do that. Still, making her believe that we were repeating the same day for three continuous days was going a bit too far. And anyway, why were we pretending there was no light? We had a power source in case this happened so we could always have electricity.
"That's not the point, Jazz." Edward said softly. "We've got a human in the house we can actually play around with."
"Is that you speaking or Emmett?" I questioned.
"Both."
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe that our Saint Edward was so excited about pranking a human. What was the world coming to?
"Just do your part, Jasper." Rosalie hissed at me.
"Fine." I muttered.
I walked back into living room to scare Irene senseless. I was just doing what Alice told me to do. I knew that if Carlisle found out what we were doing (which he eventually would despite Alice's encouragements), "Alice told me too," wasn't really going to help me out.
The house was completely dark and the enormous glass windows shook when thunder clapped. I sighed, we... well I, was already going to frighten her I didn't need lighting as well. Why couldn't Rosalie turn the UPS back on? Irene having a heart attack wasn't the brightest thing we could do while cameras filmed us. But, as always these two wanted some theatrics. I resigned myself to the mission I had been given and went to where Irene sat on Edwards piano stool trying to play the complicated composition he had made; Bob was sitting in the corner, bored filming.
When we first bought the house Rose and Emmett wanted a small place for them, so with the help of Esme they had made a 'secret' basement that could only be opened by playing a song. The only problem was that it was even creepier hearing their moans coming from under you.
"You look like you need some help there, Ma'am." I said politely. She jumped backwards, obviously not noticing I had entered the room. Her heart pounded hard and fast against her chest and I could feel the blood radiating from her veins five feet away from her, a thousand and one ways to kill her and Bob came flooding into my mind just as fast as the lightning that clapped outside. I took a step forward, but before I could even put another foot down Rosalie put her strong hand on my shoulder.
"If you eat them I won't be able to have my fun, on any other circumstance I'd let you. So, ready to do this?" She asked me so low only I could here. I nodded and swallowed down venom that had pooled in my mouth.
I could feel the mixture of fear and uncertainty that Irene was feeling just as much as the excitement that Rosalie was trying to contain. I sent I wave of calm and Irene immediately looked much more comfortable and Bob looked as if he were about to go to sleep.
"Do you need a bit of help with that song?" Rose inquired innocently, her angelical voice sweeter than cotton candy. Irene fell for it immediately, and I could feel how she melted. I rolled my eyes, manipulation was Rose's second nature.
"Don't lay it so thick; she's going to end up in love with you." I muttered quietly. I felt how insulted she was because of my comment. Women. Couldn't take a compliment without getting angry first.
"Let's just get this over with." She told me, back to the arrogant tone she used with everyone that wasn't Esme, Carlisle or Emmett. She moved towards Irene and with a death stare moved her off the stool. Rose started playing the song, it was Fur Elise in theory just with a few modifications Edward had made to perfect the tune.
When she finished playing, the piano started moving revealing a secret passage downstairs. Irene looked curiously and then back at us. Every time they opened the secret door it reminded me of a Harry Potter scene to get to Dumbledore's study.
"Are you going to come with me?" Irene asked us quietly.
"Sure." Rose answered.
How and why did I get stuck in the middle of this mess?
We went down the spiral staircase and suddenly "Another One Bites the Dust" came into my mind.
"Jasper!" Edward whined. What? You're going to tattle on me with Alice for singing a song? Grow up Eddy boy, it ain't the 70's anymore. Alice's got over that.
"Yeah right, she's still furious about the Calvin Klein blouse you know." Edward answered back. Well Bella did go a step too far drawing a hippie symbol on it, and with permanent marker. She never had that self preservation thing, did she?
Edward ignored my last comment and I carried on walking down.
We reached the bottom of the stairs and was surprised to find that the king sized bed had been replaced with three chairs. The room was illuminated by candles giving everything a sombre look. I recognized some of the books from Carlisle's library where lying on the shelves, he wasn't going to be happy when he found out we, they, had taken his books.
"You girls really outdid yourselves, didn't you?" I muttered sarcastically, knowing all the vamps in the house could hear me. Rose ignored me although she replaced her cold frown for a smug grin.
Irene picked up a piece of paper that was on the chairs. I made it my duty that she be splashed with continues waves of fear.
"Well… it says that you're going to tell my story." She said looking up at me, shivering as she spoke. What? A story? I was supposed to scare her, not tell her bed times stories.
"Rose? What the hell do you think you're playing at?" I asked too fast and low to be perceived.
"Just improvise Texas boy. Tell her this used to be a jail, a cemetery or whatever, I don't care, narrate The Shinning or something. That Edward is the real life version of The Orphan." She whispered back in the same voice.
"You do that!" I whisper/yelled back.
"I don't have the creepy vampire vibe as much as you do."
"Right, you have more. Fine." I huffed. I sat in front of Irene, penetrating my gaze in her eyes and prepared an improvised terror story.
Carlisle POV
Five hours had passed since I arrived and I hadn't had a single moment of peace, which in some weird way made me happy. As more patients came in their injuries came even more peculiarly interesting. At some point a man had come in; he had apparently swallowed a small key ring torch. I didn't even want to begin to understand how that got in there, but two of his friends were with him laughing so hard they'd cried. I had had to ask them to leave the room.
"Dr. Cullen, we've got person who fell down the stairs." A nurse told me, her voice going slower as she looked up at me from her chart. Esme would have slapped her if she'd seen the smile she threw my way.
"Okay, I'll go check it out. In the mean time schedule an MRI." I told her politely and left for the ER.
I went to bed five as the chart indicated and I found myself staring at a man in his mid twenties.
"Hello, sir. My name is Dr. Cullen." I told him as I started inspecting the bruises that scarred his abdomen. He looked at me dumbly as if he was debating something very important in his mind.
"So tell me, Mr. Mc Cart, how did this happen?"
"Hey dude, are you like a real doctor?" He asked me, completely ignoring my question. "Or like are you like a zombie or corpse or something? You're not like going to suck my brain or something, right?"
I had to laugh at his guess. "No, Mr. Mc Cart, I am not going to suck your brain out or any other organ of the sort. I am actually a real doctor."
"Then it's cool." He said, happy he found out I wasn't a zombie or something. "So tell me, Doc. How many bones did I break?"
"I'm almost sure you cracked at least to ribs, and your Tibia's defiantly broken. Which brings me back to my original question, how did this happen?" I said as I upped his morphine dosage.
"Well, I got dared to throw myself on a skateboard down the stairs while standing up, which you know sounded pretty cool. So I was doing pretty well, if I may say so myself, until the power cut, and well like I got unbalanced and fell. My friends were laughing so hard it took a while to call an ambulance. If you wanna see the video it's probably on You Tube by now." He said with a proud grin. "They told me they were posting it under 'Epic skateboard-stairs fail'."
"Well that's good to now and I might check it back when I go home, for now I have to get an MRI and some X-rays." I answered. Emmett would probably like the video. But then again, if I showed it to him he'd want to do it himself.
"So, how come you're a doctor, you could be in acting. I'm sure all the chicks 'round her swoon over you." He asked me wearing a childish smile that reminded me of Emmett's.
"Well, I'm not sure if they all swoon over me, I'm married." I answered as I started to move the bed to get him into the x-rays.
"Dude, like how old are you?"
"Twenty eight."
His mouth was open in a small 'o' of surprise. "You're four years older than me and you're already a pro doctor, who's married. What next, you got six adopted kids?"
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Yeah, you actually got it right."
"No way! That's so sick dude! How'd you do it? I can't even face commitment, my girlfriend hates that." He said as I pushed him through the corridors to the exam room.
"Well, I love my job, my wife and kids so it's not that hard." I answered thoughtfully.
"Six?" He asked still shocked.
"That is correct. Why, is it really that hard to believe?" I asked him with a playful smile.
"Well you should be like a saint or something. My mom went bonkers with only two of us, everybody in the ER knew us." He told me.
"You're an adrenaline junkie, right?" I asked him.
"No pain, no gain dude!"
"Well, lets get your scans and see if your right."
With his 'help' I carried him to the bed. I turned the machine on and when he gave me the thumbs up, I started taking the photographs. When I finished I went back out and put him back on the bed.
"So tell me doc, how long will I have to stay here?"
"Well depends on the results, as soon as I have them I'll tell you. May I ask, where are these friends of yours?"
"Well, David had a trip to Vancouver and the rest of the gang said they'd stop by later, why?"
"Curiosity."
"I GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING! I GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING! I GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING! I GOT HIT BY LIGHTNING!" A voice yelled from the ER doors. I could pick up the distinct smell of burnt and my head snapped to woman in her… thirties, yelling like a maniac. Dr. Robins and I looked at each other for a moment and we both ran to the patient.
I got first.
"My case, Robins!" I yelled with glee. In my years of medical service I had only had a handful of these cases and I found it interesting to deal with the symptoms.
"No fair Cullen! I saw her first!" He said as he arrived next to the bed. "I'll take the rest of your double shift for this one."
I thought for a moment while the patient carried on yelling at the top of her lungs. Leaving would mean Irene, but it also meant I got some time with my children… and knowing them by know they were trying to prank her, so maybe if I went I could stop them before they did anything serious.
"Ok, all yours."
"Seriously?"
"Go ahead, page me if it gets too complicated." I said sarcastically, he pulled his tongue out at me and I went back with Mr. Mc Cart.
"She was so yours, doc." He said when I reached his bed. I laughed but made no comment.
"Mr. Robins will know take over my shift, his my pager number, house number and cell number. Call me if you need me at all. Any discomfort, anything." I told him as I pulled a card out.
"I'll be fine, it's just a scratch doc, it's just a scratch." He said with a boyish grin.
"I'm sure your x-rays say other wise." I reprimanded.
"Well, see you tomorrow Mr. Mc Cart."
"Dan, call me, Dan." He told me with a kind smile.
"Well then Dan, I guess you can call me Carlisle."
"Cool name, dude! Hey before you go can I ask you for something?" He asked me a bit embarrassed.
"Of course."
"Um… can I see a photo of your kids?" He asked me timidly. I broke into a smile and pulled my wallet out. I had a photo that we took a while back, everybody was there.
"Wow!" He said like a five year old who had gotten exactly what he wanted for Christmas. He gave me back the photo. "You're lucky, you know."
"Thank you."
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He said while looking around, wearing a devilish smile. I turned around but my sensitive ears caught his last mutter. "There must be something entertaining 'round here."
"I heard that!" I said as I left the ER.
I went into my office and grabbed my coat and bag. I would be able to go home early; the thought brought a smile to my mouth.
Alice POV
"Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! PLAN B EVERYBODY, CARLISLE'S COMING HOME EARLY!"
So yeah… a cliffy. Buahahahaha. I'm really sorry about how long it took to update, hehe, and I promise next chapter will be up soon. "Comets" will also be updated and I've got a one-shot in the making, so a review would be a nice incentive, lol.
